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This night, unlike the last, was calm. No hallucinatory mists appeared. During the day they managed to overcome the “right of way”, as Vlad aptly called the area of ​​the dead forest. The oak forest lived an ordinary life: twigs crunched, leaves rustled in the breeze, crickets chirped, fireflies gathered on grass stems.

Armand went on twirling everything that had happened this way and that in his brain. “Something I also start to run like a puppet. I don't like it. And to understand the intricacies of all the intrigues does not work. Here is this girl, for example. After all, I see that she is lying somewhere, or at least not telling. However, we immediately fell for her idea, like two males for a female in heat. Stop. And here is the answer. She just uses magic. Of course, I understand, beautiful, but not to the same extent as to completely lose my head. He refused to believe that ordinary hormones were to blame for everything. “On the other hand, until we figure out what kind of peb